You allow it

"I mean, if it's the only solution..." you say slowly, watching Amber's eyes widen. You're just thinking out loud, hoping that a better idea comes to you, but none does.

"It's settled then," he replies, clapping his hands together. "Unless Amber objects," he adds.

We both turn to look at Amber, who is still standing there in shocked silence. She starts, as she was so deep in thought that hearing her name rudely jerked her back to reality. "Object?" She repeats. You can see the gears turning in her head. You can see her think about saying no, but the two most important men in her life, her boyfriend and her brother, stand on the other side of the argument. She swallows. "No, it's fine with me."

Mr. Caldwell wastes no time. "Good. Then you should apologize to me and Luke for overreacting then."

Amber stands still for a moment. "Oh... Ummm, I'm sorry for overreacting," she says quietly, just loud enough for you to hear.

He nods. "Good girl. Now Luke, I hate to ask since you rushed all the way home, but do you mind if Amber and I get back to work? This little... distraction has set me back."

"Uhh, sure. I can keep working a bit on my computer," you say lamely, leaving the room with your swirling emotions. Neither you nor Amber make eye contact as you depart. You have your computer set up in the next room over, so you go there and turn it on, trying to remember where you were at before you got the phone call from Amber. You still have remnants of the all consuming rage that you were feeling earlier swirling around your head, only now the feeling is unfocused and without an outlet or a target to focus your anger on. You're angry, but now you're not sure what you're angry at, or who you should be angry with.

Because the two rooms share a wall, as you begin working, you can still catch the occasional snippets of sound from the office that Mr. Caldwell and Amber are working in. You are working on your investment portfolio when a sharp smack cuts through the otherwise quiet room. It is followed by a sharp intake of breath from Amber, which makes you wince, since you now know that her large bottom just received some punishment. The spank is quickly followed up by another, and I can hear Amber say, "Ouch!" in response to the slap.

"Now, I don't think you'll be making the same mistake again, do you?" You can just barely make out the voices from the adjoining room.

"No, sir," Amber responds in a dejected voice. She is so eager to please people that you don't doubt that the fact that she let him down with her work stings more than spankings. Though with how loud those smacks were maybe not... She sounds so sad, you almost want to rush over there to comfort her, but you know that there is value from overcoming your mistakes on your own and not having to rely on somebody else to bail you out all the time.

"Good. Now get back to what you should have been doing all this time. I need to focus," you hear him say. You wait for Amber's voice to respond, but curiously she never does. However, soon you hear some slurping sounds. Was she dehydrated or something and now he is making her drink water. If so, good for him for making sure that she drinks water. You get as close to the wall as you can to hear whatever else you can, but the air conditioning kicks in and drowns out any noise from the other room. Frustrating, however it does allow you to refocus on the work that you had started hours ago now at this point.

You do manage to get some work done, though, and by the time you leave and go back downstairs, you see that Amber has already made dinner and is setting the table. "Ah, Luke, I was just about to get you," Mr. Caldwell says. You just nod in reply. You had hoped that your feelings of anger would have subsided by now, however without a proper avenue to vent it out on, the anger has yet to dissipate. Taking a bite out the dinner that Amber had cooked, you're surprised to find that the chicken is dry. Amber is normally such an excellent cook. You figure it must be a mixture of stress and being distracted with all the different things she has going on now, and so you decided not to say anything and just eat it.

However, Mr. Caldwell has no such reservations. "Amber, this chicken is overcooked," he says in the same way that a disappointed teacher would address a star pupil who turned in a poorly done assignment.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so scatterbrained today," she says with a little laugh. You laugh as well, but Mr. Caldwell's stays still.

"Amber, Luke and I have worked really hard today to provide for you. It's only right that you work hard in the kitchen for us." He gives Amber a hard stare, and you can see her gulp and nod. He sighs, "Amber, it seems like I need to punish you again to really make sure that you take the lesson to heart."

Amber looks between the two of us frantically. "Right here?" she asks, a hint of terror in her voice.

"Where else?" he replies. "There is nothing to hid between the three of us." He gets up and clears a spot on the table. "Now lift up your dress and put your hands on the table." Your eyes widen when he says that. You had just assumed that he was spanking her over the clothes, and now you learn that, apparently, she was having to bare her ass for him. Worried about incurring extra punishment, before you can voice any objections, Amber is rolling up the hem of her dress until it is around her waist. The dress is too tight to just lift up the back, so the entire thing sits at her waist, exposing her entire lower half, the lacy black panties being the only thing left defending her modesty. They are doing a very poor job at it. She puts her hands on the table, bending over a bit to stick her ass out, the large, round pale globes of her ass standing in stark contrast to the black, lacy panties she is wearing.

You're still staring open mouthed in shock when he spanks her, delivering a hard strike to her fat ass. The sound rings through the kitchen, making her ass ripple like a stone thrown into a pond as Amber gives out a little squeak. He barely gives her time to recover before striking the other cheek, making that one ripple and making Amber gasp. It is a surreal sight, watching the older man spank her. You see it in almost slow motion, as his large hand descends to hit her huge ass, a sight that should be reserved for only your eyes. "That should teach you to keep a better eye on your cooking next time," Mr. Caldwell says.

"Yes, sir," is all Amber has to say as she goes to put her dress back down.

"Ah, ah, you're not done yet," Mr. Caldwell says, making her stop before covering her ass back up. "Luke here had to rush home from work and got all upset over nothing just because you overreacted over nothing. He deserves a chance to punish you too."